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Psalm 34 In the Sanctuary

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Only one is singing in the holy sanctuary. He is the first one. He sings a psalm from his knees, his face wet with tears.

“This poor man called, and the Lord heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles.”

Kneeling with him, an angel echoes a harmony that vibrates even the color in the sanctuary’s majestic window glass. “Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. He saves. He saves. He saves.”

The song hums from the celestial building, sending waves of glory across the plains and over the rolling hills of Heaven. Windows open and saints and angels walk out on to golden streets to listen.

Watchmen in the highest towers raise signal flags and banners. It is a quiet alert. No one wants to interrupt the song of the redeemed, but the call is clear.

Their intimate duet moves Heaven’s citizens toward the holy temple

grounds. They come from every direction in solid streams, each an individual, but each an essential instrument in the divine orchestra. Angels fly above them, walk beside them, before and after them. No one talks or sings at first. There is no sound but the rhythm of marching feet.

An angel heralds as he flies overhead. He hovers at the front of the line, and then turns and trumpets the call.

“Come, my children, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the Lord.”

Another angel declares “The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles.”

A saint whispers to a friend, “I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears.”

And the procession continues, without further voice, to the door of the

sanctuary. Slowly saints and angels mount the steps, one by one, in fear and awe. There are no chairs in this sanctuary; an empty mahogany floor stretches from gold covered wall to gold covered wall. Pews are useless here. No one sits in the presence of the Holy One.

A second saint kneels next to the first, and sings the same song. Another angel joins them. More citizens arrive; one by one they step through the ornately carved entrance door and kneel next to another saint. Angels follow or lead saints and kneel with them. No one kneels by him or herself.

Free angels carrying jeweled bowls fly in from open windows in the ceiling and along the creases where ceiling and wall join. They catch the song from each voice in their bowls and set them on the altar in front of the throne when they are full.

The song changes as the last singer enters and kneels. A soloist prompts the room.

“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.”

Angels echo and perform a key change. The pitch goes higher.

“Fear the Lord, you his saints, for those who fear lack nothing.”

The verse is repeated and new harmonies join with each repetition. By the eighth round there are at least an octave of harmonies mixing, countering, and repositioning the melody without changing it. Though there are no percussion instruments, a beat takes hold inside the flow of the words, and accelerates the pace of the orchestration. A dozen heavenly dialects now carry the words around the building while the rhythm becomes a single quickening heart beat.

“I will extol the Lord at all time, his praise shall always be on my lips.”

Suddenly everything stops, and the room quickly stills.

King Jesus has entered the room.

A single voice, more like a flute than a trumpet, more in a whisper than a hail, announces the King. Saints fall on their face, and angels dive to the floor.

“Glorify the Lord with me, let us each exalt his name together.”

He brings his own orchestra. Cherubim and Seraphim lead a Holy

processional from the door to the altar, down the center of the room. No one moves, as the processional floats just over each prostrated body. Each singing angel is an instrument unlike any seen in any other realm, and they begin singing softly.

“Extol. Extol. Extol.”

An angel, glorious and glowing in pearl white light, swoops from the ceiling with a banner written in heavenly print. On it is written one word, “Holy.” The angel carries the banner to the throne and hovers behind it. As King Jesus approaches the angel covers his face with one wing and stretches the banner horizontally so it may be fully seen. Another angel dives at the throne with another banner.

On it is written one word, “Worthy.” This angel hovers above the first

angel and lifts his face and the banner to the ceiling. King Jesus steps on air, over the bodies of saints and angels, as easily he walked on water. On his way to his throne he stops and lays hands on the heads and shoulders of his redeemed. He speaks their names and blesses them. No one is left out of the blessing.

King Jesus is more radiant than the saints dressed in white, more glorious than the angels tending and ministering. A rainbow goes before him like a banner, and follows him like a long train. His face is a man’s, yet looking humble in His glory, looking kind to those he blesses, and looking selfless in the middle of the pomp and ceremony honoring Him. He turns when he comes to the altar, raises his hands and declares

“The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their cry.”

King Jesus doesn’t sit but reaches out a hand toward the first saint who began the worship.

“Come my children, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the Lord.”

The man only comes when the angel prompts him, then lifts the man to his feet. Another angel takes the man’s left arm and leads him to the feet of King Jesus. The saint falls on his face. King Jesus kneels down, puts a finger under the man’s chin, and lifts him to his feet. Nail scarred hands turn the man toward the congregation.

“Whoever of you loves life and desires to see many good days, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies.”

He puts both of His hands on the man’s shoulders.

“Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.”

King Jesus sits the man at His feet.

“The face of the Lord is against those who do evil; to cut off the memory of them from the earth.”

Outside the temple at the end of the last word a sudden crashing and

banging vibrates the holy air. Three angels descend from the window in the ceiling followed by two angels carrying a chained being. He is a demon dressed a tattered red garment. When the demon sees King Jesus he begins to wail and gnash his teeth. The angels struggle to keep him between them.

A look of fear appears on the face of the saint at King Jesus feet. One nail scarred hand calms him.

“A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all.”

The angels place the chained being face down in front of King Jesus, and hold him prostrate to the floor.

He looks at the saint, now hiding behind the king’s right arm, and nods. The saint speaks. “I sought the Lord and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears.”

King Jesus puts his foot on the neck of the chained being “…the foes of the righteous will be condemned.

The being disappears, leaving his garment under the feet of King Jesus.

The saint breaks out in song. “My soul will boast!”

The congregation follows. “In the Lord!”

The angels echo. “His praise will always be on my lips.”

King Jesus sings the high solo. “The Lord redeems his servants; no one will be condemned who takes refuge in him.”

The song takes flight as the angels and saints follow King Jesus’ lead. Higher angels sing like instruments. Saints begin to dance. Angels shoot to the ceiling and then dive, and then shoot and dive. Several other angels take the bowls they placed at the altar and pour them out on the congregation. Rumblings and thunder join the chorus. A thick bright cloud floats down from the ceiling and engulfs everyone.

Slowly King Jesus, followed by higher angels, walks down from the altar, and through the congregation, still celebrating. He parts the cloud and then takes it with Him, as He steps out the door. Saints and angels follow and dance toward their homes.

Soon the sanctuary is empty again, except for one man and an angel.

He was the first one. He will be the last one, as well.

“This poor man called, and the Lord heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles,” he says to the angel shutting the door behind them.

“Amen,” says the angel. “And amen.”

This story was excerpted from “Psalm Stories, a collection of short works inspired by the Psalms, and written by DW Grant. You can find out more about this book or even buy a copy by going to thebige-vent.com

DW Grant has been writing novels and freelance stories, for newspapers and magazines, and for his King Jesus for more than 40 years. He lives in Las Vegas with his wife, son, and three cats.

Illustrations are by HS Ron Brown, and extraordinary illustrator and prophetic artist living in Las Vegas, Nevada

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